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"I apologize to you, Master."

Jiva Duolun sincerely gave He Shen an eagle ceremony, which he hadn't done in ten thousand years, but it was still as precise as muscle memory.

His hands were crossed in front of his chest, meticulously and tightly.

He already knew who had understood the butcher's nail for himself, and it was no exaggeration to say that this was a reinvention for Jiva Doren. He could finally think rationally and peacefully.

Although he still didn't know He Shenyan's identity, he could also see some clues from Angron's attitude. Therefore, in any case, he needs to express his gratitude and respect to He Shenyan.

"It's just a small matter, don't worry about it."

The mage turned his head again, his hands behind his back, looking at the barren and broken galaxy in front of him, a blue streamer flashed in his eyes.

From the beginning, his spiritual power was sinking into the spaceship under his feet little by little. The blasphemous decorations on it are being disintegrated and shattered by pure magic. The ship is being restored little by little to its original appearance.

The one who never fell.

If this ship had a soul, it should cry in gratitude.

He Shenyan closed his eyes, and Givaudan suddenly found that the deck beneath his feet began to shake slowly. He immediately stood in front of Angron, looking around vigilantly, guarding against various attacks that might come, intending to block the first attack for the Primarch.

Angron put his hand on his shoulder: "There's no need for that."

He knew what the mage was doing, which they had already discussed.

Although it was another universe, he could still see it. This is a 'Cobra' class destroyer, the smallest ship in the Imperial Navy.

It has a total length of 1.5 kilometers and can carry a maximum of 15,000 crew members. The most common use of such ships is to ram other high-tonnage or high-tech ships in suicide attacks.

It doesn't even have a warp engine, and it can't make a warp voyage to the other side of the universe in a short time.

As for the high-tech shields that large flagships such as the Void Shield are allowed to carry, this ship is even more forgiving. And Geller's stance, which protects ships from warp demons, has long since been torn down by the fallen World Eaters.

Just kidding - the warp is their home now.

It can be said that in addition to the bird divination instrument is still in normal operation on this ship,

Everywhere else has varying degrees of damage. Especially the plasma engine that comes with this ship, the damage has reached 40%, which is a figure that should not be underestimated.

He Shenyan opened his eyes and sighed.

"How's it going?" Angron asked

"Let's put it this way, this ship is a little bit better than junk, but it's also a little bit better." He replied lightly.

This made Jivaldoron pursed his lips, and this Astarte fell into a strange state at this time. He sees the Primarch's return as a fantasy, and any action can lead to awakening.

So he....very sensitive, at this time, his expression became extremely ashamed.

He Shenyan ignored his sequelae, everyone needs to adapt.

When he is fully accustomed to the fact that Angron has returned, this symptom will be self-defeating - after all, this old man has stayed in a group of madmen who believe in Khorne for 10,000 years. fallen man. This is no longer the Emperor's blessing and determination.

It was as if the Emperor himself was slapping his head all the time with his slippers to keep him awake.

The mage raised his hand and pointed to the universe in front of them. The wreckage of a broken planet was slowly floating in front of them: "I have to make it clear first, Angron. The Cadia galaxy has been destroyed, and the aftermath has been generated. Such a troublesome thing. The big rift."

The familiar sneer returned to his face.

"That thing is capable of massively distorting the laws of physics in the real world, so we might run into any trouble. Given the situation, it doesn't matter if the ship has a warp drive - we're next to this shit anyway. There is no way to do warp voyages either."

Angron's face was as usual, as if he knew nothing about the dangerous situation at this time: "Can we find any survivors?"

"I suggest you lower your expectations," the mage replied. "This place has been mastered by Chaos, and even if there are survivors, it is estimated that they will be deformed into monsters."

"Then we'll free them."

Givaudan raised his head and looked at Angron in shock, as if he was looking at a complete stranger. He never thought that the word liberation would pop out of Angron's mouth.

However, he heard the firm voice of the Primarch: "In the name of the Emperor, I will bring merciful death to those who have fallen unfortunately. And to those who are still saved..."

Angron lowered his head and looked at Givaudan: "I will save them completely."

"You said it lightly..." The mage shook his head and chuckled, then raised his hands: "Let me add some food to this ship."

If anyone had the pleasure of seeing this Cobra-class destroyer in space at this point, they would be surprised to discover what should have been impossible—the ship was getting bigger in a way that completely defied any laws of physics.

Its outer deck gradually deforms and expands, like a creature's deforming little by little. The mottled scars left by those battles healed, and the blasphemous ornamentation the World Eaters had put on its front horns shattered in an instant.

The ship was shiny like new in just a few minutes, and its dark paint and majestic design made it quite different from the previous Cobra destroyer. Although the weapons on the ship are still the same old antiques, the defense has increased by more than one level and has become more stable.

Not only that, He Shenyan also added something else to its engine - he doesn't understand technology, but he understands magic.

Attaching a magic or something to the engine so that it can absorb magic power is a piece of cake.

"You're more powerful than any Mechanic God I've ever met..." Angron looked at him with complicated eyes. "I thought you said you were a mage."

"I am." He Shenyan opened his eyes, a little tired. He hadn't done this kind of delicate work for a long time, and in this universe, he had to be careful to guard against threats from the warp. Every screw on this ship has been washed with his spiritual power, and all the traces of the past have disappeared.

This is a ship without an identification number, so to speak. No casting world can stand up and claim that they built the ship, because none of the parts were forged in the factories of the human empire, but were carefully crafted by the mage with his own spiritual power.

"It's just a special mage." He waved his hand and came to the main control computer, which had changed. Originally, what was placed here was a huge wetware computer—a computing core computer that was either cultivated or transformed with the brain of a Servant. Due to Tzeentch's gaze, they had to use this crueler method.

It was also a helpless move, but fortunately, He Shenyan had another way.

Twelve magical runes shone with faint silver light guarding a one-meter-high column, the base of which is a black enchanted agate stone. This ship is no longer a product of technology in the strict sense, so naturally it cannot be driven in the old way. He Shenyan put his hand on the cylinder, blue light flashed, and the cylinder slowly deformed.

Moments later, the column sank below the deck, and the ship began to slowly advance at a constant steady speed.

Givaudoren could hardly understand what he saw - he thought the master was a psionicist, but now it seemed he was wrong. Psionicists can never do such a thing, otherwise what kind of battle would they be fighting? Just let the psionicists go up if something happens, and you don't need any technical sergeants. . . .

Angron's reaction was much calmer. Of course, it could also be because he simply had a clear understanding of the power of a mage, so he didn't feel strange doing anything.

He came to the mage and watched the broken galaxy with him: "What are you going to do?"

"You are the commander, Your Excellency Angron." He Shenyan smiled. "As you said, let's start by searching for survivors... Don't you think it's challenging to kill them all the way from within Chaos?"

Angron smiled lowly.

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Givaudan stood on the outer deck, and now, only the three of them were left alive on the ship. The slaves at the bottom, according to the mage himself, 'they were all polluted to varying degrees, and there is no way to save them', so they took a more humane way to let them die.

Good, thought Givaudron, another group of innocents who died because of me.

Deep down in his heart, he probably knew that his paranoid thinking was wrong, and he could have many reasons to justify himself. But Gievadollen didn't want to, and he firmly believed he was guilty.

He must atone.

And now, the opportunity has come.

He clenched the chainsaw in his hand, and after more than 58 hours of swaggering voyages through the shattered Cadia system, they finally met a group of traitors.

Givaudan could see that the ship not far from them should be a Brave-class reconnaissance ship, a cruiser. The ship itself can carry an enormous amount of weapons and ammunition, almost the most of its kind. But at the cost of this, it gave up nearly half of the shield defense and gun defense arrays of ships of the same class.

However, the Brave itself was not designed to fight high-tonnage ships. Combined with several "long guns" in its bow and a torpedo launcher, any ship that dared to challenge her would be turned to ashes in an instant.

Notably, the ship was painted purple.

The people on the boat seemed interested in them and had no intention of smashing them to ashes with artillery at a distance. Instead, he approached them slowly, and Givaudoren could guess with his toes what the bastards above were going to do—believing in Slaanesh, what else could they do?

The mage and the primarch stood beside him, their faces were as usual, and they seemed to not take the Chaos Astartes on this ship seriously at all, and he heard the mage's voice even with a smile: "That is Son of Fulgrim, Angron, how do you feel?"

The primarch's voice was calm: "They sullied the name."

Jiva Doren felt a little absurd, who was Fulgrim? That's a fallen Primarch! Why would his genetic father say that?

There was something else hidden in Angron's voice, like thunder and lightning: "Fulgram I know will never give in, and neither will his son. He was caught and tortured by the Dark Eldar. It's been so long without them getting a tear. I don't have a good relationship with him, but he's certainly a true warrior..."

what.......?

Givaudron looked at his Primarch, at the face that was familiar but unfamiliar at this time. Angron turned his head, stared at him, and said softly, "I will undoubtedly conceal, Givaudan, that I am not the Angron you know."

Astarte's two hearts stopped for a moment, and he seemed to be dead, but also not. All kinds of chaotic suspicions surged wildly in his heart, turning into poison that devoured people, almost drowning him. But when he saw Angron's eyes full of sadness, Jivaldoren's nose was sore, and he couldn't help but shed tears.

"You..." Givaudan said hoarsely. "You are Angron, that's enough."

The primarch looked at him and solemnly promised: "When the Legion is rebuilt—I'll explain everything to you, I assure you, Givaudron."

Fifteen minutes later, the ship connected with them.

Dozens of tall figures emerged from the deck, dressed in sickly, disgusting pink armour embellished with human skins and finely carved human bones, but the artwork set Givaudron's eyes on fire. With anger, so did his Primarch.

He Shenyan nodded to them, then snapped his fingers—the next second, something changed in this living ship. The metal of its outer shell seemed to wriggle open by itself, and two warriors walked out of it.

One was wearing red old armor, even missing the right shoulder armor. The tall figure standing beside him stunned those who were standing on the deck of another ship. But He Shenyan didn't give them time to react. His ship moved the angle of impact to the side without turning, and then launched.

There was even a blue chain behind the huge black ram. It accurately hit the engine of the opponent's flagship. At the same time as it caused an explosion, the Mage's spiritual power even quickly paralyzed most of the weapons and equipment on it.

Standing in the cab, He Shenyan's face had a sly smile.

It was the first time he had fought a serious jumping gang battle in the interstellar age, but it didn't matter - the mage raised his right hand and pulled it back suddenly. The Brave cruiser was pulled a lot closer, he laughed and waved right hand. The ramming angle was deformed again, turning into a huge blade, forcibly splitting the ship in two!

Angron stood on the deck with bare hands, staring indifferently at the explosion in front of him. He twisted his neck and said to his son in the Mage's spiritual dialogue channel: "It's our turn."